The Woman In The Yellow Dress

To the woman in the yellow dress
Twirling the white scarf like it’s your lover
I would like to know the secrets
You hide behind those relaxed eyes
You move with fluidity I have never seen before
The crowd are watching the band
But I’m watching you
You don’t even stop between the songs
You must be dancing to the music in your head
I can only wonder what that might be like
Or perhaps you are an empty vessel
A slave to your body
Stuck on an endless carousel ride
I will never know
And you will forever be imprinted
As the woman in the yellow dress
Who danced like like she was telling a story